I hear about people dancing through life, and read about people being carried by the wind… free. And I wonder if I am doing it wrong. The words that describe my life are more like bumping into and tripping over. Stumbling upon. And cleaning up after I trip and stumble. It’s just messy. And I don’t know if I will ever glide gracefully. Truth is, I can get kind of discouraged now and again. And I let myself feel it. for a while. I just try really hard not to stay there. Yesterday, while in the dentist chair for three hours, I realized I had so many places I could re-visit that brought me peace. Times that gave me hope. There was a sweetness to those times. I am thankful for every one of them. Because they take me forward. And I decided that the wind is usually in my face or blowing the car door closed on my leg. That I do a lot more tripping than dancing. And I am so glad. I learn a lot from those times.